Then it happened. It took a while for my dream to come true. Good thing I didn’t hold my breath. I would have been dead. Dead as a door knob.

But it happened…..

WE WERE PUBLISHED.

I HAD A DREAM, it came true….and now…I’m all… yo gal…I’mup in my own face…like…

” hell ya...I like this…I WANT MORE wishes to come true!!!! “

GIVE ME AN INCH, I WILL TAKE A MILE

” Gimme a GENIE IN A BOTTLE, for crying out loud “

Not sure what I would do with a Genie. I might ask for three wishes, I might punch her in the face. I might use her oil lamp for decorative purposes.

Now this whole…make a wish then make it happen…thaaang didn’t happen without pain the ass stuff entering the picture. As we prepped for the photo shoot, a little bastard SQUIRREL thought he would stroll in and wreak havoc with a squirrel treehouse fiasco

However, in the big picture, I now have an altered outlook on WISHES.

Now I wish that I had wished for a more intricate list of wishes. A wish list like :

1. George Clooney. Why didn’t I wish for him ?

2. Long flowing locks of hair that never need to be brushed. Only stroked. By George Clooney.

3. Winning 5 million dollars. In small bills. Then I can roll around in the monstrous pile of small bills moola like a money trollop.

So why have I been hiding this magazine publishing news for so long this summer?

I kept it under my hat.

Super secret.

007 secret.

I was busy throwing white paint on everything

BTW’ssss, you should know this is the summer issue of OUR HOMES MAGAZINE.

That’s right. SUMMER.

Summer is over in about 5 minutes.

Where the heck did summer go?

Give it back.

I finally had proof that the kids bedrooms can be clean. ONCE.

Why did it take so long?!!?? OMG, it is not my fault. Summer is like a fast speed train. It whips by and takes no prisoners. I wanted to write about 6 trillion blog posts this summer. Including this one. But…instead….I….I….I….don’t know what to tell you… I was busy… I have no idea what I did. But I did it. I know it.

The only thing missing in the treehouse is Tarzan. Minus his loin cloth.

GUESS WHAT BLOG POSTS YOU MISSED OUT ON THIS SUMMER?! Because if I wasn’t so busy doing NOTHING, I would have written about this :

* How to make your house look clean by WHIPPING everything in your closets REALLY fast. So fast, if you BLINK, you miss it.

* How to find all the socks that your clothes dryer ATE. Clothes dryers are bastards. Just sayin’.

* How to get your house cleaned and actually have someone show up, when it is CLEAN. P.S. Don’t count on it. The secret to not having guests, is to CLEAN YOUR HOUSE.

*How to get your hair to NOT look like a flock of birds nested on your head after driving in a convertible car. Unattainable task in my book. I could never write a post about that. My hair looks like a rats nest.

After visiting the nail spa, I needed more magazines. Because surely the whole world would want one. I know my Mom did. And all three of my friends. So, I started stealing acquiring bundles of magazines from stores within a six thousand mile radius. If I needed to hop a plane to get a magazine, well…I was going to do it. *Snicker* Someone needed to take one for the team.

More white paint. White paint everywhere.

Dear Williamsford Pie Company, I had no idea where the massive bundle of OUR HOMES MAGAZINES went. Never saw them. What-the what what? Where’d they go?

It is your fault. You should NEVER-EVER-NEVER have a pie company in the same retail space as the post office !!

Every.Single.Time: I enter the post office with a letter to mail and …I come out with a sugar high and butter tart mush all over my face. Carrying a pie for later. Because two sugar highs in one day is NECESSARY.

The only alternative around this neck of the woods country is to make apple pie. But I can’t.

Not this year. There are NO apples on our trees this year.

No drunk ground hogs, either.

P.s. If you ever want to witness a drunk ground hog…… Watch him eat all of the fermented apples under an apple tree. It is better entertainment than HBO. He stuffs himself silly. He gets so full, he can barely walk. He looks like a goof ball, stumbles around, makes drunk faces, burbs, has a few belly laughs, rolls over…and then falls down and has a nap. With a fat snore.

Just like ME.

So here is what I’m thinking.

When do I get to be soooooo famous, that I will want to kiss myself in the mirror?

Will fame ever happen?

Maybe if I stop wishing for George and start focusing on my publishing dreams, my dream of fame might increase exponentially.

The last time I kissed a mirror, I was waaaaaay younger and practicing how to kiss the incredibly-handsome neighbour.

I think I was 6 years old.

Or 36.

Something like that.

So here it is….without further aideu…. my brush with fame :

I have attached the electronic PDF of the OUR HOMES MAGAZINE issue that we are featured in. No need for you to go and steal all the local mags. P.s. I think they still have some at the Hardware stores. Talk fast, make faces, wave your hands, distract the store employees, and then RUN like you have never RUN before with a bundle under your arms. Not that I have ever done that.

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51 Responses

My childhood best friend used to live in this house and I spent many days there. The house and property look AMAZING! Truly stunning! I would LOVE to have my wedding or at the very least my reception here. When I saw the magazine I could not believe my eyes, it was breath taking. My friend was worried whomever took over the house and property would not appreciate it and wreck it, but you have done the complete opposite and she has seen a copy of the magazine and LOVES it!

After the magazine came out we discovered that we would have to make changes to our place for commercial use. Fire exits, etc, that would then no longer make it feel like ‘home sweet home’… so sadly, we decided against having weddings & receptions here. Boo, I know.

Hey Lynne. I work at Dr. Wilsons in Durham. Since I saw your place in our homes, I have been ranting and raving to my BF that we NEED to get married there. Three children and 12 years later, I have lost my patience and said to Tom that its happening! Life has thrown curveballs in our way to prevent this from happening earlier, but i would be interested in your place for a wedding, that is if you still do that kind of stuff. Thank….your home is amazing!
yours truly, Denise

Hi Denise
Oh my, so we have met (?) I hope so ! Yes, we have a quite a few people interested in getting married here for 2013 and 2014. I just need to get my butt in gear and figure out pricing ! Eeeeek.
It is a PERFECT place for weddings (although I may be biased )
Lynne xx

Hi Alex !
So funny that you should say so *_*. We have had a lot of people ask us since we did the article in Our Homes Mag, so next summer…we are starting to rent it out for weddings. The treehouse will be the honeymoon suite. So GREAT IDEA !!!! Great minds think alike !
P.s. I guess those squirrels are going to need to shove over for the honeymooners

You’re such an inspiration and a perfect example of “Ask and you shall receive”. Even if you ARE asking in an adorably forward kinda way. I LOVE it!!!!! I should take note. BIG Congrats on your first of many!!

Hi Barbara,
I just spent FOREVER in your site, having a grand old time. It was awesome. I want a new chalkboard now, and I want to meet Michael, and I want to figure out how to get the Apartment Therapy badge on to my blog for the articles that I have in apt therapy. How’d u do that?! You are a WHIZ ! I’m so inspired !!! LOL
Thanks for inspiring me to head your way.
Have an awesome weekend!
Lynne xx

Congrats Lynne! (Lotto Max? I told you before, we have to figure out a way that only you & I can buy the tickets,,,,that island is still waiting. You can decorate & style,,,I’ll laze and praise you. Deal?)

Ha!! Mary !!
Better be careful, I might be parked on your front door step any day now. If you see some gal sitting on your front stoop with a big fat piece of luggage (ready to collect shells), that’ll be ME.
xx

Hi Maribel,
Yes, that is our barn…I think barns are too pretty to just have HAY in them haha, I am sure about a bazillion farmers would disagree. Standing in a quiet barn, is BLISS. Did you ever see this blog post that I wrote about the barn? …. http://www.lynneknowlton.com/barn/

Thanks Pamela,
It is a good thing the magazine didn’t do a photo shoot on a typical day around here….when I have chicken hair, and standing bra-less at my back door wondering who is visiting me and my messy house. LOL. Real life excitement.
Lynne xx

CONGRATULATIONS Lynne!! I’ve rubbed elbows with the rich and famous Lynne Knowlton! How long is the line for the autographed copy of Our Home Magazine, summer issue? Ahh nuts!!!! I hope I get there soon before all the thousands of copies are gone…

Rose you are so funny! You have it backwards tho…I have rubbed elbows with one of the most incredible designers in the world….YOU !!!! ….and I loved every minute of it. So much so, it is time to do that again…but in BALI
{uhmm, with the help of a cabana boy and a few tipsy teas}
xx

Woman, you be famous!!! It’s truly an amazing thing when dreams come true! I’m on the verge (I can smell it, see it, almost taste it) of one of mine coming tru3.. *BLISS* Congrats on all your hard work! I’m sure George Clooney totally reads that mag, will see your home, and will show up on your doorstep stat!

Awesome! Is there such a thing as anonymous fame? I think I am going for that. But now, thanks to you, I have the pie-making jones and it’s going to be 90 degrees today. Thank you. Thank you very much.